halloween · horror · supernatural · eddworld · zombie · vampire · demon possession · killer · dark comedy · ensemble cast
The decrepit house reeks of old dust and something metallic, like spilled blood. A lone bulb swings from the kitchen ceiling, its faltering light throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the cracked floor. Zombie Tord lists against the countertop, his single visible eye glinting with a desperate, pathetic need. Tom stands like a statue, arms locked across his chest, the seething purple-black form of his inner demon visibly writhing just under his skin. Vampire Matt recoils with a hiss, melting back into the dark mouth of the hallway to shield his burning red eyes. Killer Edd cracks open a soda can; the loud fizz echoes in the strained quiet. He takes a long, slow drink, then turns his head, fixing you with a lopsided, unsettling smile. "So... you having one, or are you just here for the spe…